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Ami was counting in her head like a good ghoul, perfectly prepared to take it out when the time came. She moved her head just a little to the left, and heard a jingling noise.

She looked around. Where had that come from? As she darted her head left and right, the jangling noise persisted. What the hell? Where was that coming from?!

The cat part of Ami's golem was taking over, distracting her. WHERE WAS THIS MYSTERIOUS JINGLING NOISE COMING FROM?! THIS WAS GOING TO KILL HER IF SHE DIDN'T FIND OUT.

A look down answered her question. She had a ******** bell on her neck. A bell. A BELL.

Ami hated this golem so much. By the time she'd solved the problem, the tea leaves had been in too long and the entire thing looked horrible. With a grimace, she simply fed that cup to some weird dragon (daeva) thing. It frowned at her, shaking its head. Yeah yeah- she knew that one wasn't good, you didn't have to sass her!

With a sigh she picked up her bag and left. Tea would have to wait until AFTER the job was done apparently.

Jay was not a Conquest horseman. This much was obvious when someone observed the tribal markings painted on her skin, the semi-revealing and loose clothing, and brightly colored feathers of her wings. She was, however, still interested in tea. It was not her favorite drink in the world, but sometimes it was a fitting beverage to have. After squirming her way against the flow of the crowd, she managed to stumble upon a tea booth. Instantly, she was reminded of Lan’s tea reading at one of the booths. She grinned at the memory and hurried forward to see what this particular stall had to offer.

“Oh! Making tea!” she bubbled excitedly when she looked at the materials. Bandaged hands happily reached for a cup and poured some water into it. Without much thought, the warrior grabbed a handful of tea leaves and sprinkled it into the cup. After a while, however, she noticed that the amount was staring to get a bit much. She stopped and brought the cup closer to herself to examine her current progress. “I hope that wasn’t too much,” she wondered aloud as she scratched her cheek. She paused for a moment and then shrugged her shoulders before continuing on with the tea-making progress. Oh well! It wasn’t like she could back out now. That would be cowardly of her.

Next was to heat the water. However, this time around the bird was just a smidge impatient with waiting for the water to reach the right temperature. She sighed and bobbed her head back and forth and fidgeted constantly while she stared at her cup. After a while, Jay gave up waiting and took the cup back. It wasn’t very warm to the touch. She assumed the water was a bit cold, but better slightly cold than piping hot, right? She certainly hoped so.

Now it was another waiting game. Jay nearly groaned as she stood in front of her cup with her arms crossed and her foot tapping. Sometimes her wings idly stretched out and curled back in, but hopefully it wasn’t too distracting to anyone else at the booth. Surprisingly, compared to the last step she managed to wait quite a while. It was such a shame she didn’t know how long she was supposed to wait. Jay could have taken out sooner then! Oh well. The warrior offered to the daeva and eagerly watched it take a sip of her tea. After a while it decided to take another sip from the drink and Jay took it as a sign that her tea was good. “Yeahhhhh!” she twittered.

After downing the first rice ball, Jay decided to test her luck out with a second. Hopefully this one wouldn’t be horrible. She tentatively held it in her hand for a few moments before she took a sighed deeply and took another big chomp. To her delight, this one had a normal feeling. Jay could taste the chicken! Lips spread into a wide smile as she took a second bite out of the rice onigiri. “Super tasty~” she gushed.

The spinning wheel caught the bird’s attention and she wandered over, her lips slightly parted while wide eyes watched the wheel turn and turn. Her head lightly followed the wheel’s movement before the horseman’s voice brought her back. “Oh! Oh! I see! Yes, I definitely want to see, yes!” She smiled at Kiwi before she picked up a pile of clay for her teacup. She stepped toward the spinning wheel and pressed the pedal lightly. Jay awkwardly began to shape the clay, but so far so goo—AH!

She frowned at her now ruined cup.

Aw man.

It was delightful~ Two tea booths in one event? Simply marvelous! The grand bois was thoroughly tickled by this, eager to try the varying types. She was well aware of how the making of tea was composed. She was, after all, a nature demon. And tea time was a ritual event at her home! It was harder to find others who enjoyed such a habit at school, but she still had her moths who would keep her company after a long day of studying.

Stepping up to the booth, she read the instructions carefully, absorbing them, and taking action without hesitation. She went through the motions, plucking up a few leaves to smell, and take a light taste of before dropping them into her cup.
Unfortunately, this turn out wasn't in her favor... and the tea was rather distasteful. Wrinkling her nose, Ev sighed softly to herself in disappointment. Maybe she was getting rusty...


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That first one had been quite good! She savored the texture, elements, and complimenting flavors. It was creamy thanks to that mayo. Satisfied, she decided another might be pleasant to try. Thus a second was picked up for sample, a few of her moths casually hanging out on the rest that were untouched.

Alice noticed the quaint Tea Club booth as she was walking away from another booth. As she was walking past the booth, she could smell of the yea coming into her nostrils. She couldn't help but to go over to the booth to see if she could possibly some of the tea.

As she got there, she noticed that it was another game, with making a perfect cup of tea. She nodded to herself. Tea is a very good drink to soothe the nerves, and to wake someone up, yet I don't know the first thing to making tea. She sighed as she prepared herself to make her first brewed tea.



I presume that my tea wasn't as bad as I had thought. She smiled slightly as she began to think if she should try again later.

Though tea was neither a pastime nor a pleasure, Senga found himself back at the booth sooner than later, his feathers ruffling as he threw a heated glare in the direction of the onigiri-daeva. That one was certainly up to something. Its innocent stares were not fooling him. Twitching a wingtip indignantly, Senga decided that despite his lacking talent in the precious art of tea-brewing, he would give it another try. After all, it couldn't hurt much to give it a go, could it?

The pixie daeva spat the tea juice in his face a few minutes later.

Okay, maybe it could hurt.